Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.